Nash Black Clover Novels & Stories

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

The moon's light intensifies, flooding everything in silver-gold like it’s decided I’m the main character tonight. When I open my eyes— I’m not where I am. The woods are still here, but they’re… wrong. Older. Sacred in a way that makes my skin crawl and my bones hum. The trees form a perfect circle around a small clearing. There’s no wind. No bugs. No sound. Just stillness. And then—eyes. Burning, golden eyes, staring from the shadows. I turn slowly. There she is. Nrah. Towering. Blacker than midnight. So black, she almost disappears into the darkness, her outline more suggestion than shape.

< UNKNOWN LOCATION > 7pm Shadows moved silently along the perimeter of a desolate compound. A moonless sky offered the perfect cover as a group of men dressed entirely in black, faces concealed behind masks, scaled the high fence with the agility of trained operatives. Each man moved with precision, landing softly on the other side, their presence marked only by the faint rustle of leaves underfoot.

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Liam said, his eyes heating as they travelled over my towel-clad form. I moved to the closet where my ceremony dress hung, the midnight blue silk that had felt so perfect in the boutique. As I slipped it on, I felt a transformation occurring. This wasn't Iris Delta, the unwanted orphan. This was Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alphas, Luna to four of the most powerful wolves in the country. The dress fit like a second skin, the deep blue making my eyes look almost luminous. I left my hair down, the dark waves cascading over my shoulders and partially concealing the mating marks, so they could wonder what secrets lay beneath.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

“Glad your priorities are in order.” Evander looks around the kitchen. “Good, you’re all here.” He’s dressed in all black, with a silky cloak draped over his shoulders. It’s the traditional garb for gatherings. My friends have on their black dresses already, but I still need to change. “I don’t have much time, so let’s make this quick.” “What does the Grand Coven know about the demon attacks?” Kristy asks.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”